Song Ci wasn’t observing the lanterns for the first ti, but every ti she saw the craftsmanship of lantern making, she couldn’t help but marvel at the ancient people’s skill, able to create such vivid and lifelike lanterns, utterly beautiful.
Although technology has beco increasingly advanced, there are fewer and fewer traditional craftsn, as the younger generation no longer takes interest in inheriting their ancestors’ skills.
Alas.
"Mother, what’s with the sigh? Is there sothing wrong with the lantern?" Niu Pan’er asked with concern upon hearing Song Ci’s sigh.
Song Ci chuckled: "Why would there be anything wrong, it’s just too perfect. I wonder if in the future I will be able to see such beautiful lanterns again."
Niu Pan’er, puzzled, laughed: "If you want to see them, you could have the craftsman make them for you every day."
It’s just amusing the old lady with lanterns, enclosing the whole group of craftsn to make lanterns for her throughout the year, without repeating any design. What’s the difficulty in that?
After all, the family is more than capable of doing so.
Listen, the Commandery Princess’s daughter-in-law speaks with such grandeur.
Song Ci chuckled: "Watching alone is just for looks, but it’s more fun if everyone watches together."
Song Zhiyu, holding his son, chid in from the side: "There goes mother, talking big theories again. Say, which lantern do you fancy? Your son will guess for you."
Song Ci teased: "With the little ink in your belly? You’ll sweat buckets trying, and still have to spend silver in the end."
Song Zhiyu beca extrely embarrassed and argued: "Mother, you underestimate your youngest son. At least spare so face in front of your daughter-in-law and grandson."
Everyone laughed.
Song Ci said: "We’re all family here. Doesn’t everyone know your worth? Anyway, if you can’t guess, that’s fine, you’d probably bluff your way through, since you’re naturally lucky. Right, Honghong?"
She pinched Niu Honghong’s little nose, making the little boy giggle, flailing around excitedly in his father’s arms, babbling non-stop.
He’s over seven months old, and Niu Pan’er has insisted on giving him herbal baths, building a solid foundation, with a good appetite. They’ve prepared two nannies to feed him in turns. He weighs over ten pounds now, quite lively and sturdy. This bouncing made Song Zhiyu feel slightly strained holding him.
Niu Pan’er couldn’t stand it, and directly took the son over, holding him with one hand, saying: "He’s getting heavy, don’t tire yourself. Let hold him."
Song Zhiyu grumbled: "I’m not tired, don’t slander , as if I couldn’t even hold my own son." Just feeling a bit sore.
"I know you can hold him, but I worry you might get tired?" Niu Pan’er bluntly said: "If you get exhausted, I’d feel bad."
Song Zhiyu: "..."
He glanced at Song Ci and third sister-in-law, coughed, and his face turned slightly red, internally cursing, this woman, doesn’t she mind the occasion and her shyness!
Song Ci ate a mouthful of dog food, surreptitiously feeling a bit sour about her single status, and laughed: "Alright, no more flirting or teasing in front of . Go and guess the lanterns, make sure to guess a peace lantern for Honghong."
Madam Lu also laughed, her smile tinged with envy and bitterness.
Song Zhiyu glared at his wife, blaming her.
Niu Pan’er felt a hint of fancy, recalling her father-in-law’s words, couldn’t help but touch her belly.
Considering a second child?
Song Zhiyu saw her open movents and widened his eyes even more, such impropriety!
"Madam Song, you’re here too. The Eldest Princess heard that you’re out watching the lanterns and sent the old servant to wait for you." Princess Anping’s trusted nanny cheerfully ca to invite.
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